"Then what? There are at least two divine envoys. What kind of artifact are you planning to lend me so I can take them out?"
Fu Qian wasn't particularly surprised by Yuan Fang's trap plan.
"You won't need to do anything."
Yuan Fang shook his head.
"The flames in the lake come from a saint whose rank is close to that of a god. He exists in a state of constant annihilation, and the flames are born from it."
"As long as the Hunting Squad wants the flames, they're bound to become his enemies."
"I see. That sounds a lot more reasonable."
After hearing Yuan Fang's plan, Fu Qian offered his assessment.
"But there's a small flaw in it. Aside from Ballard and his group, there should still be other demigods around here who aren't right in the head, shouldn't there?"
"The members of that squad are all old foxes. Picking off those people would probably be a little slower, but there's no need to be so reckless as to go kill a god, right?"
"You're right. There are indeed some lunatics who don't care about dying, much less heed our warnings."
"But that's not a problem, because I can find those people far more efficiently than they can."
Yuan Fang pointed to his head.
"Ballard and the others will start taking action soon. Those people will either come back with them or enter the cycle of rebirth again."
For a moment, the middle-aged man revealed a cold side.
"Great minds think alike."
Fu Qian was rather impressed by Brother Yuan Fang's scorched-earth strategy and how resolutely he meant to carry it out.
"Now, you can tell me how to find that saint."
"So you don't have anything else to do?"
A short while later, Fu Qian came downstairs